It's my stuff, leave it alone...
My husband is planning out our retirement. For some reason, he thinks we can live in a travel trailer. Now, I'm up for a good trip. Even an extended trip. But I think I'd miss my stuff.
Like my five bookshelves crammed with my TBR pile. And my summer/winter/skinny/heavy second wardrobe. And what about all my nicknacks on my desk? And since we're talking about desks, what about my office? What about my new KitchenAid mixer? And my cookbooks?
Sigh. I might have a problem.